Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White line, motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face

Small-town gang got nothing to do
We got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moon
We got big-city plans, but it always rains
And the sheriff is a crook that knows me by name
I said, mama was a saint and daddy was a criminal
I grew up in a trailer with a dream of fucking centerfolds
Now I'm making money experimenting with chemicals
The fact that I'm alive is why I still believe in miracles

The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White line, motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face

Small-town gang, yeah, we get so bored
That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store
We're running these streets, we're the mustang kids
Only doing what we want, and don't take no shit
I might seem wild, but mama raised a gentleman
In another life, no telling who I would've been
Knight or a king or a boxer in the ring
But I'm just me, so I sing

The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out
The mustang kids are out

Ooh, ooh
I've been hearing all these things about you (Ooh)
Creepin' into all the things that I do (Ooh)
I've been hearing all these things about you (Ooh)
About you, about you (Ooh)

The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
Blacktop tambourine
Playing for the girls in the back seats
The mustang kids are out
Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
White line, motorcade
Sweeter than your baby face